The Empress Destroyed My Tea Plantation, So I Made Her Chop Wood for Three Thousand Years!

Emperor Huofeng Su Qingmei pursued her old nemesis for ninety thousand li. After an earth-shaking battle, she finally struck them down, grinding even the nameless little mountain where they fought to dust.

Just then, a young Daoist boy appeared. "You wicked woman! How dare you destroy my junior uncle's tea mountain?"

Su Qingmei was furious, but before she could even lash out, she realized that all her cultivation had vanished. The boy tied her up and brought her to a small wooden hut.

A handsome young man in white robes, white as snow, opened the door and handed Su Qingmei an axe.

"Your cultivation is still too shallow to grow tea. Go chop wood on the back mountain for three thousand years!"

Su Qingmei: I'm a mighty Emperor. How can my cultivation be too shallow?

Three thousand years later, Su Qingmei knelt outside the little wooden hut.

"Senior, please let me chop wood for one more year. I'm just about to break through again. One more year is all I need..."

A panorama of the mountain appeared in the young Daoist boy's palm. Su Qingmei saw the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Court weaving cloth, the Luoshui Divine King raising fish, and the Twilight Snow Sword Immortal feeding pigs...

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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.